When Mother Love Makes All Things Bright

When mo­ther love makes all things bright

When joy comes with the morn­ing light

When child­ren ga­ther round their tree

Thou Christ­mas Babe

we sing of Thee.

When man­hood’s brows are bent in thought

To learn what men of old have taught

When ea­ger hands seek wis­dom’s key

Wise Tem­ple Child

we learn of Thee.

When doubts as­sail

and per­ils fright

When

grop­ing blind­ly in the night

We strive to read life’s mys­te­ry

Man of the Mount

we turn to Thee.

When sha­dows of the val­ley fall

When sin and death the soul ap­pall

One light we through the dark­ness see—

Christ on the Cross

we cry to Thee.